a grog that is a frog

“He is exactly the poem I wanted to write.”

Often quoted as if it’s romantic. But here’s the thing

- a "secret menu" white choco kinder bueno iced latte that had so many additions I forgot to put the fucking espresso shot in it. Just iced milk with white chocolate and hazelnut syrup. My bad.

- one of those orange refresher things with an espresso shot in it. Had to confirm it with the other barista about four times. They're bad.

Born a woman, Nadezhda Durova (birth name) ran away from home and joined a light cavallery regiment dressed as a man.

After his identity was uncovered, the russian tsar summoned him to the palace at St. Petersburg, where he impressed the tsar so much that he awarded Durov the Cross of St. George and promoted him to lieutenant in a hussar unit.

He always referred to himself as a man and was upset when people called him a woman.

He signed letters with his male last name.

He expressed feelings of disgust towards his sex and how that worried him a lot.

He never married willingly and adopted many dogs and cats.

He only danced with women when attending a ball.

He asked to be buried under his male name Alexander Andreevich Alexandrov but the church did not agree to that.

I never saw him in "historical transmasculine people" compilations and only discovered his story coincidentally.

Unfortunately, historians still adress him with female pronouns, although he did not want that.

Let's remember him together. We won't allow him to be forgotten.

I'll probably add onto this post later or make a better one but you can read a lot on this wikipedia article:

god the poor man. being more or less "out" to many people during his lifetime got him misgendered almost constantly, he made his feelings on the matter clear...and scholars still won't stop doing it

Aleksandrov was irate, writing to Pushkin “the name which you called me [his deadname], dear sir Aleksandr Sergeevich, in the preface haunts me! Is there no remedy for my grief? You called me by that name that makes me shudder, and soon 20,000 people will read it and call me by it too!”

What a beautiful piece of queer history, that someone didn't even deign to review.

Pushkin published it, called the book 'The Cavalry Maiden' and rather than anonymising his name or using his chosen name (that he has the Tsar's permission to use), Pushkin used his dead name.